Having failed to worship my Hunter boots to my satisfaction, and instead getting over excited and making further mess all over them, my boot sl*ve will now be punished by the same wellies he disappointingly failed to shine with his tongue.

I rest one wellie boot on his chest, showing him the dirt that will be trampled on him. I stand on his chest with both feet, boots pressing into his flesh leaving marks from my soles already. My sl*ve groans as I step up onto him again, my full weight on his chest. He tenses his skinny body in an attempt to cope with the weight applied to him. I move in between his legs and press hard on his b*lls with my booted foot, squeezing his b*lls against the red rubber of my wellie boot. I order my sl*ve to turn onto his front, and I step onto his back with both boots. The sound of the wellie rubber slaps against his skin with every stomp.

I instruct my sl*ve to turn his head to the side, and I press my muddy boot onto the side of it. He whines in discomfort but he will take this s*ffering from me! I press my wellie boot harder onto his head, and rock his head side to side with my boot. My sl*ve tries to protect his head with his hand, so I order him to move his hand to the floor and kiss my wellie boots as I grind his outstretched fingers into the floor. I return to trampling his back, stepping all over his skin and watching his body squirm beneath me. While hanging on to the suspension rig above me, I balance myself fully on his back, spreading my booted feet totally and dominating him. He shouts out in p*in as his back turns to the same shade as my Hunter boots.

I press my wellie into my sl*ves c*ck and b*lls, observing the tiny bit of c*ck squeezed out and exposed at the side of my boot. He flails his arms and continues to groan out in p*in, begging for me to stop his s*ffering. I grind my boot harder onto his c*ck and b*lls, and when I lift my foot the imprint of my sole is left on his flesh like a painting. My sl*ve assures me that he will never make this mistake again, so I instruct him to get to his knees and clean my boots to ensure he has learnt his lesson. He begins to dutifully l*ck the soles of my wellies, however I do not believe he is doing a good enough job even still! I tell him to get back on the floor for a final trampling, and stand on his chest with both feet while laughing at his pathetic attempts of cleaning my boots!

I focus my attention on trampling his c*ck for the last of this punishment as he rolls around the floor begging for forgiveness. I order my sl*ve to get back onto his knees and finish the job of cleaning my boots with his tongue, and this time I would hope he concentrates on my shiny rubber boots and not his c*ck...

HUNTER WELLIE SL*VE TRAMPLE